After the Confrontation

The moment the door slammed shut on Mark, Dorothy’s entire demeanor shifted.

Her eyes darkened with raw lust and possessive satisfaction. She grabbed your leash and yanked you roughly toward the bedroom, your heavy DDD breasts bouncing with every hurried crawl.

As soon as you entered the room, she shoved you onto the bed face-down.

“You did so well, my perfect little wife,” she growled, voice thick with arousal. “Showing my pathetic ex exactly what a real wife looks like.”

She climbed on top of you, pinning you down with her weight. Her thick cock was already rock hard, slapping against your ass.

Without any warning, she slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying herself balls-deep. You cried out, the bell on your tongue jingling wildly as your body jolted forward.

Dorothy fucked you with savage intensity — hard, deep, angry strokes that made your heavy breasts drag against the sheets. Milk leaked from your nipples with every powerful thrust, soaking the silk beneath you.

“That weak, spineless coward,” she hissed, pounding into you. “He ran away from this. But you… you took everything. You let me break you. You let me turn you into my perfect, lactating, cum-eating wife.”

She reached around and roughly squeezed your swollen breasts, milking you as she fucked you. Warm streams of milk sprayed out with every hard thrust. She brought her hand to your mouth, forcing you to lick your own milk off her fingers while she railed you.

“You’re so much better than he ever was,” she groaned, hips slamming against your ass. “So much prettier. So much more obedient. These fat tits… this tight hole… this long hair I can pull…”

She grabbed a fistful of your long hair and yanked your head back, arching your body as she fucked you even harder.

“Tell me who you belong to,” she demanded.

“I belong to you, Mommy!” you gasped, voice breaking. “I’m your wife… your Slutcunt… your property!”

Dorothy moaned in satisfaction and fucked you through a long, shattering orgasm — flooding your insides with a massive load while your own caged clitty leaked helplessly onto the sheets.

But she wasn’t done.

She flipped you onto your back, pushed your legs wide open, and slid back inside you. This time she was slower, deeper, staring into your eyes as she claimed you.

“Look at these beautiful tits,” she murmured, leaning down to suck hard on one leaking nipple. She drank from you greedily while thrusting, milk running down her chin.

“You’re everything I ever wanted,” she whispered between swallows. “My pretty, broken, milk-producing wife.”

She fucked you for nearly an hour — switching between rough, punishing strokes and slow, loving ones. She made you cum twice from just her cock and breast stimulation, your body trembling and leaking milk everywhere.

When she finally came for the second time, she collapsed on top of you, still buried deep inside, breathing heavily against your neck.

She kissed the engraved words on your collar.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered tenderly. “You faced him today… and you showed him exactly what I turned you into. My perfect wife.”

She gently stroked your long hair, still breathing hard.

“From now on, every time I fuck you, I want you to remember this. You’re not just my pet anymore. You’re Mrs. Slutcunt Voss — the wife I chose over him.”

She kissed you deeply, tasting milk and submission on your tongue.

“And I’m never letting you go.”